Song credits to Rosi Golan for the song Come Around.
Sleep didn't seem to be in the cards for me tonight. My mind was racked with way too many thoughts that getting some shut eye seemed impossible. I sighed to myself as I leaned over the bed stand to take my journal out of the first drawer.
Dear journal,
My date with John was horrible. So much for making things up to him. Not only did I say I love you Tommy but we basically broke up. Story of my life. It's just one big heartbreak. I care about John. A lot. I understand that what I did, he didn't deserve. But it was a mistake. At least, I think it was. I'm confused. I guess I still do care about Tommy. But.. what's the point? He's just going to hurt me all over again. Hell, I don't even know how he feels about me anymore. Ahhh! I guess I can't lie anymore. It's just going to make things worse. I think I still love Tommy.
"So high tonight and I don't feel like coming down I could lie to you all my days but you're the one You're the one And I'm a fool for waiting so long to let you know"
I am a fool. I hurt a great guy because my heart wouldn't let go of Tommy.
"Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around to me
There's something in between you and I
Come around
Come around to me
If you feel like breathing come around
Come around
Come around
Come around to me"
I'm also a fool for hoping that someday Tommy will tell me that he feels exactly the same way that I do.
"Like sunlight won't you come and lay a ray down
You're the one
I could run
I could run for the life of me but where would that get me
Where would that lead
And I'm a fool for waiting so long
Please come around
Come around
Come around
Come around to me
There's something in between you and I
Come around
Come around to me
Oh If you feel like breathing come around
Come around
Come around
Come around to me
Can't you see you're my life line
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah"
At least there's one perk from getting a broken heart. It gives you great inspiration to write killer music.
I opened my eyes as I finished the chorus. I could see Kwest and Tommy looking at me through the class. A moment later, I could hear Tommy's voice over the intercom "That was good. Take five," he smiled as he leaned over the sound board.
I nodded while taking off my headphones. Then I adjusted the music sheets before heading out of the sound booth. I walked over to the staff kitchen and pulled a water bottle out of the fridge. Leaning against the island counter I took a sip and looked around. From the corner of my eye, I could see Tommy heading towards me. Great.. Just what I need right now.
"You wrote some good stuff while I was gone," he commented as he grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator too.
Yeah inspiration seems to flow easily when your heart is crushed into a million pieces.
"Yeah thanks," I replied before taking another sip.
"So how did you 'hot date' go?" Tommy asked which made me nearly spit out water from surprise.
"Umm it.. went."
I sighed, "It went bad. We actually kinda.. sorta.. maybe.. broke up."
"You did?" he asked. The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward into a smirk. "I mean, are you okay?" he then asked coolly. I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows to this.
"Yeah. I guess you can say that I'm alright. Another break up. It's not the end of the world," I rolled my eyes.
"I guess it'd be inappropriate to ask if you wrote a hit song about it yet, huh?"
"Low blow Tommy Quincy. Low blow," I smiled shaking my head and lightly punching him in the arm.
"What can I say? You write great songs from the heart, girl," he smiled.
Darius walked past us and didn't fail to quip with a, "I'm not paying you to hang out people." He headed past us towards the SME guys who were sword fighting with mops and brooms from the janitors closet.
Tommy playfully mocked him. Fortunately for him, Darius had his back turned and didn't see it. It would've been disastrous of he did. I couldn't resist giggling but Darius was right. My five minute break was up. And it was time to hit studio A once again. The last time I wasted "precious studio time", D did not fail to pay me with a lame lecture about how "time is money". I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the thought as I put the top on the water bottle and headed towards my sanctuary. Just before I enter, I can hear Darius start a rant on SME. With a light laugh, I re-entered the sound booth and adjusted the headphones on my head.
I guess I can't be mad at Darius for wanting us to work hard on our music. This stuff is no joke. And if you don't play around, it can really pay off. But I don't think that will stop us from making fun of him from time to time. Darius is one serious guy and needs to relax sometime. But I am thankful for the chance to share my music. I know it's not something that everybody gets a chance to do. I might disagree with Tommy about a lot of things. But there was one thing he was right about. Most of us go to our graves with the music still in our hearts. And I was one of the lucky ones who were able to not fall into that category.
"Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around to me
There's something in between you and I
Come around
Come around to me
If you feel like breathing come around
Come around
Come around
Come around to me"
Call me a dreamer. But on good days, I start to wonder if maybe there is a chance for Tommy and I.